Miss America (Dubstep Remix)-Team Dubstep

歌手 : Team Dubstep

专辑 : F**k Yeah! Dubstep, Vol. 20

语种 : 英语

时长 : 04:07

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TXT Miss America (Dubstep Remix)-Team Dubstep 文本歌词

Miss America (美国小姐) (Dubstep Remix) - Team Dubstep

"And so my fellow Americans

Ask not what your country can do for you

Ask what you can do for your country"

Excuse me

Load the clip in the chopper

Flip the script and get Oscars

All my niggas is mobsters

All my b**ches is doctors

Cole World this just the tip of the iceberg

So talk sh*t and taste the tip of the Mossberg

Don't trip ni**a they just words

Though my words tend to sound like Proverbs

Niggas don't see the preachers 'til we dead in the hearse

Granny broke cause she always givin' bread to the Church

Now pastor Mason Betha in a Lambo

And little niggas holdin' desert eagles like they Rambo

Bumpin' my sh*t

Always wondered why they f**k with my sh*t

I hope it's 'bout the knowledge

Not about who's suckin' my dick

But oh well I'm gon' sell like I had no bail

For my chain and my piece I should've won Nobel

Ill boy you cold ni**a yeah I know ni**a

Only young ni**a do it better than the old niggas

Took chances

Slow dance with the devil b**ch

Overcomin' the circumstances we hella rich

Since you all in my business

This what I tell a b**ch

If you ain't f**kin' me

Don't f**k with me

This life on the edge

Green dollars splurged all on embellishments

My fellowship paid

Don't need to cop my fellas sh*t

Scoopin' hoes in the party

Some Cinderella sh*t

Smash for the hell of it

Livin' life on the edge

Miss America petty thoughts

Just to floss pay any and every cost

Heavy heart as I sit in this Range countin' thousands out

Am I about dollars or about change

Am I about knowledge or about brains

Freedom or big chains they don't feel my pain

Blood on my sneakers

No remorse for the grievers

He played the corner like Revis

He should've had better defense

That's how I'm feelin'

Blood spillin' I love killin'

Niggas'll swear that they it

This is as rare as it gets

Rap game changed

This is embarrassing sh*t

Bunch of b**ches posin' on

Some old Miss America sh*t

I was a wilder ni**a back on my therapist sh*t

Moving careless as sh*t

In a city where niggas really don't care who they hit

Who the f**k was I

Just a young little ni**a tryin' to see the other side

Of the railroad tracks

Where them scarecrows at

No brains on a ni**a but they'll air your back

F**k the man Uncle Sam I won't sell your crack

I won't fight your wars

I won't wear your hat

I'mma pass your classes

I'mma learn your craft

I'mma f**k your daughters

I'mma burn your flag